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them
up.
    “It’s what I pictured,” she said. “Your place, it’s
so you.”
    “You don’t even know me. How would you know what my
place would be like?” Although I think I could have pictured her place, something
very sensual, lush fabrics, rich colors.
    She walked around my living room, touching a few
things, her eyes missing nothing. “It’s sparse without being spartan, masculine
without the usual trappings like too much leather and chrome. It’s direct,
practical, to the point, but with a little mystery behind it, no façade, yet
still inscrutable. Like you.”
    “You can read all that from my choice of furniture?”
    “And your art, and clothing, and where you live.”
    “Speaking of which, how did you get by the doorman?”
    “The same way you get into a nice club. I just
walked in like I belonged here, or was expected.” Joanne turned her killer eyes
on me. “Would you have stopped me?”
    “Yes.”
    She give me a hint of a smile. “That’s why you make
a million bucks a year and he’s a doorman.”
    The mention of money made me think again of some
kind of scam, something Joanne was playing me for. Yet she seemed too smart for
that, if she was going to try to play me, money would have been the last thing
she mentioned. Unless she really wasn’t that smart, and I was just being
sidetracked by her beauty.
    “Do you want something to drink?” I asked.
    “I don’t really have much time. I only get an hour
for lunch.”
    “Then we’d better eat.” I nodded toward the table.
    “I never eat at lunchtime, I go to the gym. But I
bet you knew that. You didn’t think I came for food, did you?” Her eyes bore
into mine, I couldn’t tell if she was amused or was really interested in
whether I knew.
    I parried. “You said something about an apology.”
    “I thought you said I didn’t need to apologize.”
    “I did. But then what did you come for?”
    She gave me a bemused smile, as if she thought I
knew the answer, and was just toying with her, or she was entertained as she
toyed with me. I must admit she had me at a disadvantaged, I really didn’t know
why she was there. I know what would be on my mind if I was in a beautiful
woman’s apartment in the middle of the day, but there was something else going
on here, there had to be.
    Or maybe not.
    “Are you going to make me say it?” she asked, and
this time, I was sure she was curious as to how I’d respond.
    “Yes. And no bullshit, I want you to be crystal
clear.”
    She seemed satisfied by my response, her eyes
sparkling. She lifted her chin slightly, totally relaxed, matter of fact. “I
came to fuck. And I don’t have much time. Is that clear enough for you?”
    Her words were like a detonator, an
explosion freeing me from a trap I hadn’t realized I was in. I took two steps and
wrapped my arms around her, my mouth finding hers. She hadn’t stepped toward
me, and she didn’t embrace me right away, or kiss me back instantly, there was
this brief moment, not of hesitation, but of waiting, as if she was making it
clear she wasn’t taking advantage of me, or seducing me, not on her own, I was
part of this.
    Or so I thought at the time.
    Then her mouth parted, her luscious lips seeking
mine out, not surrendering, Joanne wasn’t one to surrender, I could already
tell that, she was taking as much as she was giving. Her hands were on the back
of my head, pulling me toward her.
    She was a very good kisser.
    Part of me was screaming that this wasn’t a good
idea, I barely knew this woman, and while it certainly would not have been the
first time that I’d had sex with someone I didn’t know well, there was the
whole office thing to consider. But all of that was overwhelmed by her
presence, her exotic beauty, to say nothing of the fact that her tongue was in
my mouth and her breasts were pushing against my chest.
    As one we began to move toward the bedroom, still
not breaking the kiss, bumping hard on the doorway, causing Joanne to